Monday, 13 December 2010

#53 Dear Memory of Dancing in a Lake

Dear Memory of Dancing in a Lake

I love that you keep coming back to me, when I am working, when I'm in bed in the dark, when I am driving in traffic jams, when I am waiting in queues in the supermarket, when I am bored or alone or afraid. There is something beautiful about knowing you are there with me. Especially when I play one particular song and you fill me with that afternoon again. It is magic. How one minute I am here, and the next you have swooped down and taken me right back there. I love you for it. No matter what happens I can live that day over and over again from start to finish. Thank you,

A x

1 comment:

Megan said...

Fantabulous - don't ever stop dancing in that lake Annie xxx